My brother and sister-in-law, Michael and Zanny, live in Portland, Me., and are the New England branch of the Southern-bound Wood family. One Christmas Zanny gave me this wonderful desktop calendar
from Abacus Publishing in Boothbay Harbor, Me. You display it in a plastic easel and each month when you change the page, you get this wonderful illustration of New England life. The illustrator, Dana Heacock, paints from photos he takes of churches, dogs, flowers and other everyday southern Maine scenes. Love it! Ever since that Christmas, I’ve always ordered myself the next year’s calendar — the illustrations are so cheerful, homelike and cozy. But this year when it was time for August 2008, I found April 2008 instead. Drat! Who needs two Aprils, especially when it’s August? So I called Abacus (800.206.2166 or visit the Web site at www.abacusgallery.com) and the folks there graciously sent another 2008 calendar, plus I got an early chance to order 2009. Isn’t it nice when businesses are helpful? Just sort of puts you in a good mood. And I’m glad I got the August page, since it’s gorgeous. I could live in that house.
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More Cuteness
I Know it’s the Evil Empire, but they’re so cute….
Look, I know true coffee drinkers refuse to enter a Starbucks and slow food/local food proponents shudder at the mere mention of the name,
but you gotta admit the java giant sells some of the cutest coffee mugs around. Go ahead, admit it! (And admit this, too: If you had a chance at world domination, wouldn’t you take it? I thought so. Besides, Starbucks was once a lowly local coffee shop itself, you know.) Of course, given a choice between a local coffee shop and a Starbucks, I’ll take the local — as long as it’s good, that is. But I’ll always go in a Starbucks and check out the coffee mugs. Unless I find ones that I absolutely Have to Have At That Moment, I’ll wait until they go on sale — and it’s like The Gap: Everything eventually will go on sale. So I kept watching for these retro plastic glasses (left) to hit the clearance table, and I nabbed four this weekend when they finally did. Adorable!
And here are a couple Starbucks coffee mugs I bought recently. The one with the swirly design was on sale, while the fleur-de-lis one was one of those gotta-have-it-now purchases. Why do I love Starbucks mugs/glasses so much? They’re good quality — hefty, solid and stable — and are made for coffee drinkers — substantial handles, varied shapes for cappuccinos, lattes, etc. Plus, they’re cute! And isn’t that the best reason?
It’s Fall, Y’all!
Okay, it’s mid-August here in northwest Alabama/southern Middle Tennessee (and really I guess everywhere else, too) but there already are signs of fall.
I saw these giant pumpkins in Tullahoma, Tenn., this past weekend at Dotson’s Farm Fresh Produce, on Highway 55 going east out of town. The woman at Dotson’s said she didn’t know anything about them, only that “some man” had brought them by. Is this normal to have humongous gigantic pumpkins like these in the middle of August? I have no idea, but I predict the unknown pumpkin-growing man will win some ribbons at the Coffee County Fair. Plus, I’ve seen other signs of fall: winter squash (acorn, butternut and spaghetti) at Food Lion in Manchester; and back in Alabama, autumn decor at Wal-Mart in Muscle Shoals (but no Halloween candy yet) and jackets and sweaters squeezing out swimsuits at T.J. Maxx in Florence. Can Christmas-tree ornaments be far behind?
Demos’ Comes to the Shoals
The Shoals is in for a treat: Demos’ Restaurant (pronounced “dee-muss”) is coming! This Middle Tennessee family tradition will be a great addition to northwest Alabama dining. The Murfreesboro, Tenn., location — the original of now four restaurants and soon-to-be-five — is our go-to spot whenever my husband and I are in the ‘Boro, and that’s true for several Shoals folks when they head up that way.
Demos’ is know for two things: Exemplary and prompt service and plenty of good family food with a Greek twist. It’s famous for its steak-and-spaghetti combos, too. Let’s hope all that transfers to Alabama. My favorite thing about Demos’ is that it’s one of those one-size-fits-all place– it’s good for quick workday lunches, Sunday dinners, family suppers and special nights out all at the same time. Plus, it’s one of the most popular restaurants in Murfreesboro. In fact, hanging out in the waiting area is a great way to catch up with ‘Boro news because sooner or later almost everybody in town is there. My family especially likes the stuffed potatoes (blackened chicken, seafood or chili), the lasagna and the chili spaghetti (my husband calls this Mexican spaghetti) The Florence restaurant is going up behind Books-A-Million and should be open early next year. Coming to Alabama is like returning home, the Demos’ family says in a press release, since the great-grandfather of company president Peter Demos first operated restaurants in Birmingham in the 1920s. Read more at http://www.demosrestaurants.com/ — and prepare to eat well!!!
Bravin’ It
I was at my parents’ house in Manchester, Tenn., recently for a couple days while my mom recovered from knee surgery. The thing about being at my parents’ during Major League Baseball season is, well … baseball.
My folks are enthusiastic Braves fans. ‘Nuff said? When the Braves are on TV, it’s all eyes on the screen. My sweet, antique-collector, school-board-president mom knows all the vital statistics and can reel off names and numbers that sound like a foreign language to me. Because, to tell the truth, I don’t really understand baseball. It’s not like not-understanding football — which I enjoy watching but don’t always know what I’m watching. This is more like I don’t understand why people can sit and watch sometimes almost three hours of grown men just sort of standing around with a few bursts of running and yelling at each other thrown in. And I say this with all due love and respect for those who are fans of the game. I just don’t get it. However, I am a big fan of the teddy bears my parents have, which sport Braves uniforms during the season. Now, dressing cute cuddly teddy bears in cute costumes definitely is something I can understand!
Shopping of the Day
Headed to Nashville for some shopping? Check out the Tennessean’s shopping Web site at nashvilleshopping.com to make sure you don’t waste your trip. This is a fun and useful look at deals, trends and what’s hot and what’s not in the Music City.
Wish more newspapers were as successful with print/online/real life integration. This is a perfect example of how to do it — and we readers end up with more shoes! It’s win-win!!!
Cheer of the Day
Even if we cannot agree on politics, can we all at least agree that Michael Phelps is one of the greatest athletes ever?
I thought so.
Like other former swim parents — and other parents who’ve done the rounds of 6 a.m./6 p.m. practices and all-day meets/games/matches in whatever sport their children have chosen — watching Phelps and his mom brings back tons of chlorine-soaked memories. Here’s what I wrote about that in my TimesDaily column this past Friday: http://www.timesdaily.com/article/20080815/NEWS/808150301/1004/life
Rant of the Day
Okay, here’s the thing: Why can’t I say I’m troubled about my party’s presumptive presidential nominee without being accused of racism? Look, I just am not comfortable with the guy. I don’t think Barack Obama has enough experience to lead our country, I wish he had waited four more years (didn’t he get the memo that it was Hilary Clinton’s turn?) and my reporter’s spider-sense tingles when someone is as smooth and suave as his is (see John Edwards, for instance). Now, I may be wrong, and I’m going to educate myself and do more research and may possibly change my mind. But I really get aggravated when not voting for Obama becomes a racist act. Can’t I simply not like him without race and color coming into the discussion? My being a white person doesn’t mean that I’m racist if I don’t vote for a black person. Really, it doesn’t. I feel as if I’m being pressured into voting for Obama to prove my tolerant liberal leanings. And I think that Obama himself has used this scare tactic — which further makes me question him. As always, though, I’m willing to be convinced otherwise.
Ranting over. Thanks for listening.
Exercising the mind and the body
“The Madonnas of Leningrad,” by Debra Dean, is an amazing book that combines art, history, mother-daughter relationships and the family heartbreak of Alzheimer’s.
My American Association of University Women book club read it this month. It’s about a woman who is struggling with remembering the daily routine of her life but can recall in every detail her work as a guide at the State Hermitage Museum in what was then Leningrad (now back to St. Petersburg) during World War II. If you’re like me and only know a tiny bit about the 900-day German siege of Leningrad and less than that about the Hermitage, read this book and be stunned – once again — at tales of human resiliency. But there’s also a gently compelling story embedded in the history and art lessons, a story that explores the question, “Who are we if not the sum of our memories?” Dean writes deliberately yet subtly — she lets you meander around on your own until you realize the book’s done and she’s brought every seemingly unrelated plot line together elegantly and succinctly. That’s one of the best things about book clubs: Other people point out the things you missed. I love it! It enables my lazy reading — I just sort of wander through without noticing the finer details. Plus, at the AAUW meeting, a few of the women had actually visited the Hermitage. It was fascinating to learn more about this apparently unbelievable palace-turned-art-museum. Here’s the link: http://www.hermitagemuseum.org Be sure to click on the English-language option! As always after having my mind opened, I’m shocked by how much I do not know about the world. It’s embarrassing.
Part of the book and so part of our book-club discussion was about memorization. Characters in the book use a mnemonic technique to build a room and furnish it with the things they wanted to remember — “placing” the items you want to remember as you would place furniture and architectural details in an empty space. Turns out that’s an actual memorization method developed by the ancient Greeks. Fascinating! Here’s a link to an essay, http://www.philipcoppens.com/artmemory.html There’s also a book, “The Art of Memory,” by Frances A. Yates, at online booksellers. Why didn’t I know this 30 years ago when I was cramming for exams at 2 a.m.??? Why doesn’t anybody tell me these things?????
Since my middle-aged body is as equally flabby as my middle-aged mind,
I try to workout every day — the sweat equivalent of reading. Today’s DVD was a new one, Ellen Barrett’s “Slim Sculpt.” Barrett is primarily a Pilates and yoga teacher who recently branched out on her own with her own studio — called, simply enough, The Studio. I have some of her earlier DVDs with Crunch, the fitness studio known for packing tons of energy into short amounts of time. Barrett’s new DVDS seem to be more of her own style — smooth and slow. But not easy. No, no, no. When I first started Pilates DVDs, I’d just zip right through them without paying much attention. But Barrett explains why holding your core still and solid is so important and why even the smallest movement — or non-movement — is so vital to getting the most out of your workout. The setting is peaceful, too. It looks like a renovated school auditorium. In fact, it reminds me of the old fellowship hall at our former church, Keith United Methodist, in Athens, Tenn. This DVD concentrates on upper body. Here’s Barrett’s Web site: http://www.ellenbarrett.com. I love her tag line — “Sweat glamorously.” If only!!!!
